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svd-v1b3zz · 3 days
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svd-v1b3zz · 8 days
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Just 'cause you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive.
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svd-v1b3zz · 13 days
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"what state do you live in?"
constant anxiety
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svd-v1b3zz · 15 days
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svd-v1b3zz · 17 days
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Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.
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svd-v1b3zz · 21 days
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You will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. Both are okay. There is no magical cure. You just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again.
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svd-v1b3zz · 21 days
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you are loved. on quiet days that feel meaningless, during long nights when loneliness consumes you, when you’re reminiscing and grieving the past, on good days that feel like warmth and light, always remember that you are loved.
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svd-v1b3zz · 23 days
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Too many thoughts for one brain, too many anxieties for one psych.
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svd-v1b3zz · 23 days
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don't think too much.
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svd-v1b3zz · 23 days
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my problem is i never healed i just kept going.
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svd-v1b3zz · 24 days
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sorry for taking so long to text you back i was plagued by issues and situations of daily life that i should be used to by now..
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svd-v1b3zz · 24 days
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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out?!
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svd-v1b3zz · 28 days
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everything is just so hard lately. 😮‍💨
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svd-v1b3zz · 28 days
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📿աɨċċaաɨtċɦʏ📿
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svd-v1b3zz · 1 month
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I think what I value most are people who love me enough to be angry at me then come back and still love me. People who are patient with me when they have no right to be. People who know me well enough to know that I am a collage of failures with some really good intentions.
Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You
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svd-v1b3zz · 1 month
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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Weigh in: Is this art? Are his words an outpouring of poetic sadness, or is it just raw emotion? Does art need the intent of being art to be art?
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svd-v1b3zz · 1 month
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take it day by day, don’t stress too much about tomorrow.
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